All Chapters of Sinful session with my therapist : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 3✪4𖣘Jeffrey.I kept staring at the door Daniella had just walked through, a smile slowly pulling at my lips. The way she left, head down, body stiff, cheeks red, was almost too easy to read. I leaned back on my desk, chuckling softly."Innocent little virgin craving s£x?" I muttered, shaking my head like I’d just solved some puzzle. The memory of her trembling hands, those soft little mo@ns she tried to swallow, the guilty look on her face like she was cursing at herself for wanting it. And that’s exactly why I push people.The world is filled with liars. People going around pretending to be pure, holy, moral… when deep down, they want this... s£x. They bury their desires, cover them up with fake smiles, Bible quotes, or those annoying polite laughs. But I don’t buy it, i strip them bare. I push them until the truth slips out, until they face themselves for who they really are. This is me doing them a favor and freeing them from their own chains.Just as I was pattin

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 7✪8𖣘The low rumble of his voice against my skin made my body respond instantly."Is this how he did it in your dreams?" He whispered, his hand moving down to cup my b**bs while the other traced a steady path down my thigh. The more it move down, the more my breath caught and my p#ssy pulsed.I was trapped in him, drîpping as hell. He hadn’t even done much, and I couldn't form a coherent thought. My head fell back against his ch£st in a silent surrender. As his lips traced a hot path down the column of my neck, his hand slîpped under my skïrt, playing with the hem of my p@nties before slîding lower, circling the damp fabric of my p@nties. I bit my lip, stopping a mo@n from slîpping out, as my £yes fluttered shut. This wasn’t therapy, at least not the kind I’d ever known, but yeah I preferred this.“His hands,” I breathed, the words spilling out of me,“they were t£asing… his t£eth biting harder on my nîppl£s…”I didn't know why I was explaining this, but I needed to

**Chapter 11** 𖣘 **DANIella POV**The rain kept hammering the windows like it wanted inside.I stood frozen in Jeffrey’s doorway, soaked to the bone, thin gown plastered against every curve, nipples hard from the cold and something far worse. His hand was still on my chin, thumb pressing just hard enough to remind me who was in control.“Are you done staring?” he asked again, voice low, amused, dangerous.I couldn’t answer. My tongue felt thick. My thighs were trembling, and not just from the chill. The sight of him—robe hanging open, water running down the ridges of his stomach, that thick outline straining against the fabric—had short-circuited every sensible thought I had left.He tilted my face higher, forcing my eyes to his. Those silver eyes were almost black in the dim light, pupils blown wide. Hungry. Not the polite kind of hungry. The kind that made my stomach flip and my core clench.“Answer me, little girl,” he murmured. “Or should I assume you came here to get fucked